The Forbidden Marriage

46•षट्चत्वारिंशत्

As Trishul paced through the lush garden of the resort, engrossed in a conversation about work on his phone, the tranquility of the sunny day suddenly gave way to an unexpected change. Dark clouds rolled in swiftly, casting a shadow over the once bright sky. With a furrowed brow, Trishul continued his conversation, unaware of the impending shift in weather.

Suddenly, raindrops began to fall, starting as a gentle drizzle before quickly intensifying into a downpour. Trishul looked up, startled by the sudden change, as he hurriedly sought shelter under the nearest tree. Despite his efforts to shield himself from the rain, he soon found himself drenched from head to toe.

Balancing the phone against his shoulder, Trishul hastily attempted to cover the device with his hand, cursing softly as he struggled to maintain his conversation amidst the cacophony of raindrops. Trishul's annoyance grew as he trudged through the rain-soaked garden, still engaged in his phone call as he made his way back towards the hotel, his frustration evident in his brisk pace and terse responses.

Despite the relentless downpour, Trishul remained focused on the conversation at hand, his voice tinged with irritation as he navigated through the wet surroundings. Raindrops splattered against his face and clothes, further fueling his annoyance.

As he looked up from the damp road Trishul's heart skipped a beat as he caught sight of a figure in the distance, dancing gracefully amidst the rain-soaked garden. His breath caught in his throat, disbelief washing over him like a tidal wave. For a fleeting moment, time seemed to stand still as he stood there, frozen in shock and disbelief.

It was her – his beloved Minakshi, whose memory he held dear in his heart. Yet here she was, dancing in the rain as if she had never left. His mind struggled to comprehend the impossible sight before him, the phone slipping from his grasp as he remained rooted to the spot, unable to tear his eyes away.

Emotions surged within Trishul – a whirlwind of disbelief, longing, and overwhelming joy. Was this a dream? A trick of the mind? Or was it truly his beloved wife, returned to him in a moment of inexplicable magic?

Unable to resist the pull of her presence, Trishul took a hesitant step forward, his heart pounding in his chest. With each movement, the figure in the distance seemed to shimmer, as if veiled in a mirage. Yet, the longing in Trishul's soul urged him onward, desperate for just one more moment in her presence.

As he drew closer, a single tear escaped his eye, mingling with the raindrops that cascaded down his cheeks. In that moment, amidst the chaos of the storm, Trishul felt a sense of peace washing over him.

Trishul stood mesmerized, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched Minakshi dancing amidst the raindrops. She moved with an ethereal grace, her silhouette illuminated by the soft glow of the rain-splattered garden lights. Each movement seemed to blend seamlessly with the rhythm of the falling rain, her form appearing almost translucent in the shimmering mist.

As raindrops cascaded down her body, they seemed to merge with her, creating a mesmerizing spectacle of light and movement. Her laughter echoed through the garden, a melody that filled Trishul's soul with a sense of longing and wonder.

With each twirl and pirouette, her radiant smile illuminated the darkness, casting a warm glow over the surrounding landscape. Her hair, dampened by the rain, cascaded around her like a silken veil, adding to the otherworldly beauty of the scene.

Trishul couldn't tear his gaze away, captivated by the sight of his wife dancing like a fairy in the rain. It was as if time had stood still, allowing him to savor this fleeting moment of magic.

"M-Minakshi." He softly called out.

Minakshi froze in her tracks, her heart pounding with a mixture of emotions. Her eyes widened in shock as she turned to face him, disbelief and longing evident in her gaze. For a moment, time seemed to stand still as they locked eyes, the weight of five long years of separation hanging heavy in the air.