Ruhanika's POV
It's been a week since my father got admitted to the hospital. I didn't visit him even once. The last time I met everyone was the day he was admitted to the hospital.
That day I was a little too emotional so I couldn't help but cling to mumma and Bhai. But I wouldn't make the same mistake again.
Reyansh did ask me to go and see him at least once. He said that spending time with me will help papa get better soon. But he still healed anyways.
He was getting discharged today. I had no plan of visiting him. I wanted to just stay at home and sleep and eat and scroll my Instagram and wait for my husband to finish his work.
But my husband has other plans. He wants us to go and help my papa go back home. And then we stay there for the night and come back tomorrow.
And the reason he gave is that he wants to see my previous house and my old photos and know about the my childhood.
I have told him everything. And by everything I mean everything. The name of the people who were beaten up by me. My favourite and least favourite teacher. All my school time kands. And everything.
So I just don't understand why he is so excited to go back there. I do want to go there but not to meet my parents. But instead I wanted to go there and take a few things close to my heart and my old memories.
So after I have all those, I wouldn't be related to that house at all. It would just be a previous living quarter for me.
I have decided to break all the relations with my parents. I would be just blood related to them. That's it. They would be my parents on my birth certificate only now. Because in my heart, I am an orphan.
And you know the most surprising thing ever is that my darling husband even took an off for this. He never took off on weekends. He did worked from home but still. He never took off for me but for my father he did. Even though he hates him.
I don't want this. I don't want to go there.I don't want them to even think that I have forgiven them. Because I haven't. They literally made the biggest decision of my life. They didn't let me choose for myself. So I can't forgive them.
I want both of us to stay away from my family because that is in my hands. I can't decide if we have to stay away or together with his family but I can decide about mine.
We are both married but surprisingly we both haven't accepted each other's family even though we both love each other. And then people say that marriage is about 2 families joining to become one.
We both are each other's family. He is mine and I am his. That's it. Not all marriages are about 2 families. Some are just for 2 people accepting each other and living together.
And I think in a marriage, both husband and wife should get a chance to decide if they are able to accept each other's families too. Just like we do. It's just us and us. That doesn't mean we don't love our families. We do. But now that we are married, we have to keep each other over our family. Families might even leave but a true partner will never. Besides, first of all marriage is about those 2 people.
I have already thanked my parents and brother for making this decision because I got the bestest husband ever because of them but still it's not easy to forget everything that happened.
They didn't even apologize to me once for doing all of this to me. For selling me. For making me unconscious and then marry me off. For not giving me the chance to spend the biggest day of my life exactly how I wanted.
I would probably have accepted getting married the night before. I just fought a little because I wanted to know what things led them there. But they.....
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