Chandani Mishra had no hopes of finding a suitable life partner for her and certainly not in the man her father chose. A dreamy personality with immense love for books she was and only wished for a fairytale love story. Little did she imagined that...
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At 4 AM sharp, I heard several alarms ringing that I had set on my phone because I know that waking me up is next to impossible. Only mumma can do it by her dangerous yelling but I didn't want to disturb my parents this early. They are also accompanying me to see him off but I decided to wake up a bit early.
Humming an old melody, I chose my outfit that was red, his favourite colour. I thought that like other men, he would like only black or blue but he is different, a lot different and that increases my adoration for him. He is a diamond in the form of a human. I feel so lucky that God paired me with him. He feels the same. Anyone would be lucky to have me hehe.
Freshening up, I opened my hair and braided them loosely. Twirling I looked around and smiled. I was looking perfect. But why was I doing it? For him! I don't want him to go looking at my gloomy face. I am indeed sad and scared about him going but I also support him. I want to let him know that if anything happens, I'll be always there waiting for him to return back to me. My heart was crying but for his sake, I put on a jolly face.
At 4.30 sharp, my parents woke up. It's their usual time. Dad goes for a jog and mumma listens to Bhajans. I remember how she used to make me sit on her lap and sing Bhajans with me, while papa used to admire mumma from the door. He thought that no one would notice that how he gazed for mumma when she used to immerse herself in the holy songs but he didn't knew that I, the mischievous one would slightly open her eyes to sneak a ladoo and during the process, see papa lovingly gazing at mumma. I wonder whether our relationship will be like that? I just crave for a lifelong true love. Our lives are short and I want to spend it the fullest with him, especially when he is in a risky profession. I don't want any regrets, I don't want to cry over the thought that I wasted my time.
Together we started for the railway station in my father's car. My mom and dad were trying to say something but they never did. They were awfully quiet throughout. One of the reasons being my sad mood. No matter how much I try to hide my heartache, I can't do it in front of them. "You okay Chandani?", my mother asked from the front seat as I was too quiet for my own liking. I have this habit to blabber about anything I see and bore everyone whom I know with my talks but I was too quiet today. One reason was that I was worried about him and the other was that I knew that I would cry if I said anything.
"Yes mumma. What would happen to me?", I said as normally as I could but my voice came out as cracks. The truth was I was crying internally. It's new for me and it's suffocating. With so many dark thoughts lurking in my brain, it's difficult to think positive. I never knew that it would have been this difficult. The agony, the fear, I was feeling everything except for positivity. I now understand how much the wives of these brave men sacrifice. Though we haven't been married yet, I am not his wife but that doesn't make me less. I know that I will marry him only and if something happens to him which I pray does not, I won't marry anyone else.
My chain of unnecessary thoughts were broken when my father applied the brakes, a little too harshly. Wiping my tears and putting up a brave face, I descended down the car. My mumma and Papa did the same as Papa called him. He raised his hand a bit and after a while, he came running towards us. Seeing his smiling face made me tear up a bit. I will miss him, his silly antics and his sweet talks. How will I spend the next three weeks without talking to him?
