The Forbidden Marriage

7 • सप्तमी

M I N A K S H I

Time flies really so fast. I can't beleive it's my wedding day. I wore a red benarasi saree with some matching makeup, it's done by one of the best makeup artist in Hind(Indian subcontinent). My body was filled with gold jewelleries, completing the shola shringar (16 jewelleries and makeup). Except I am not wearing vermillion and mangalsutra(sacred jewellery worn by hindu married women).

"Bor esechhe" one girl said. It means that he have arrived. My mother did all the rituals and others guide me to the mandap.

The wedding was done by Bengali style. The laughter of people was buzzing in my ear. The preist chanting sacred mantras of marriage. The heat of the fire giving me warmth. When I first saw his face today, I was bedazzled by his charm. I can't beleive, I am actually getting married to him. After waiting and crushing on this man... Now I can finally call him mine.

"Sindoor Dan hobe ebar" the priest said.

(It's time to wear the Sindoor/ vermillion)

I felt his hand on my forehead as I closed my eyes, he moved my maang tikka (forhead jewellery) and brushed the sindoor over the parting of my hair. I am finally wedded to him.

The wedding ritual ended and we stood up, he removed his white shawl which was connected with my veil and hand it to me. He left the mandap without any word. My mother approached me,"Come and sit in your room. He might have gone for changing." I nodded my head and went inside my room.

"Now my little daughter is a married woman." My mother cooed, which made me cry. I hugged her and cried out. She soothed me with gentle words.

"Don't worry.... Your new family is so nice they love you so much. Your husband is such a nice man. And over all we will come to meet you." She said.

"Or do you want to stay with us?" She chuckled.

I shook my head,"I don't want to study."

She laughed,"Now I know why you were so eager to get married."

I laughed.

Time passed well, the night spend with lots of songs. I knew that Trishul liked singing because I saw many videos of him on Instagram singing with guitar and other instruments. But last night he didn't sung any songs, his cousins and friends insisted alot but he just ignored it by saying that he is too tired.

But one conversation is still running in my head, which never felt to make me blush.

"Trishul please akta gaan ga... Dedicate it to boudi." Hritik, his friend requested him.

(Trishul, please sing one song. Dedicate it to sister in law)

He smiled a little, which is barely visible as it's forced. "No. I would rather do that in private. "

Everyone laughed and cheered us. I was so happy seeing all the people happy for us and supporting us. But the person who's happiness matters the most was unhappy and looked angry.

I came out of my train of thoughts when Trishul spoke up. "I will come to the office after the morning rituals" he said to the call.

We were in car, traveling to my new home. Durga Bhavan (palace) from the hotel, where the marriage took place and my family member staying.

We reached the house, my mother in law welcomed me with some rituals, we entered the house. I stood on the doodh alta mix, and then started entering the house (ritual). Everyone cheered. We went towards the house temple, for taking blessings from Maa Durga. There was also a idol of Lord Shiva, which made me comfortable and gave a homely vibe. We took blessings and returned to seperate rooms. Today we can't see eachother, it's like a game. Again, I will see him tomorrow.

T R I S H U L

On the wedding ceremony the only girl who was in my head was her. She was wearing a white saree, draped perfectly in her body. Her face filled in simple beautiful makeup, cheeks in blushing, lips soft rosy. Hazel eyes, and that mole over her lips. Mohini, my Mohini.

She was laughing, smiling and having fun. Like it was her wedding with me. She can make any dark room filled with light like a diya (candle), with her smile and her divine presence. She was ignoring me. She talked with everyone, except me. That broke my heart. When we were taking 7 pheras she threw flower petals at me and the girl I was getting married to, smiling.

I couldn't took all of this, seeing her smile made me happy, but I was sacrificing my happiness today by getting married to a child. And most importantly to someone who I don't love. Seeing Mohini today, the pain I was trying to forget rose again. When morning came, we return home. I completed my rituals and went straight to office to engross myself in work. Today, it's prohibited for the bride and the groom to see each other, I think this is the best ritual of the marriage ceremony. The only best thing of today, I wish this thing lasted for more few weeks. Today I will not return home.

S H R E E D H A R

Can you fall in love twice? And that is also with the same person? I did. I fell for her first when she accidentally entered my room in the search of the washroom, and here today I again fell in love seeing her in a white beautiful saree.

We were going to the marriage ceremony, in my car there was Mohini and my sister. And on the other car there were my and her parents. Mohini was sitting beside me. Radhika was looking out the window while putting on a headphone and listening music.

"How am I looking?" She dared to ask.

What exactly am I supposed to say?!
"The urvashis of Indrapuri must be insecure right now, if they caught a glimpse of you." I replied.

(Urvashis are the most beautiful entities in the universe)

She blushed at my comment. I don't know what's happening with me, if it's love then now I know why people are so crazy about it. Because I am feeling something I have never felt before.

It's like I am not myself anymore, I am someone else. I feel like a stranger. The man I knew was responsible, powerful, strong and well guarded. The man I became after having her in my life is crazy, irresponsible, weak and filled with weird thoughts.

I hate myself for thinking the things I think, I hate myself for crossing all the boundaries. I feel like a rogue hyena. Unkempt and unsettled, I need to talk about it with my Guru... He might help me out.

Later that day, the night went smoothly with talking with different people. Met some of my old friends also had chat with some clients. Mohini was the star of the party, everybody wanted to talk with her or get her attention, I mean she is so gorgeous obviously people will try to be friends with her... so beautiful, so friendly and so ethereal. She deserves someone who is equal to her Grace, but here I am an introverted and shy man who doesn't like being in the limelight.

I hope she can save herself from my darkness, I never knew I had darkness until I saw her. Something inside me which I am holding deep inside waiting to come out. I need to talk with my Guru!