Second Chance

Prologue

In the blink of eye, or that’s how it feels, I’m sitting in a stranger’s room with a yellow sacred thread on my neck, milk in my hands and a veil covering view to my eyes. My relatives said to bend down to take his blessings on our first night and to follow whatever he said. But…

I heard the sound of door opened indicating he might have arrived. He locked room and sat beside me. I gave him turmeric milk. He indicated me to drink with his hands, I drank half and gave it to him. He completed rest. When I was bending down to take his blessings he stopped me in middle. That night we slept on same bed but at a decent distance. He removed my veil but I couldn’t get the look of his face properly because of dull lighting.

It was a marriage to the world. But inside my heart, this is all just an agreement. My aunty and uncle forced me to marry this stranger whose name I wasn’t aware of till 18 years of my life.

I’m Yamuna. I lost my parents when I was 2 years. From then it was my grandfather who took care of me. He lost his wife even before I was born. He always said that when his wife died my mother got pregnant with me, so according to him I hold the soul of his wife.

Even though I lost my parents, my grandfather pampered me a lot. He never disagrees with me. He recently passed away because of brain cancer. And happened this forced marriage. But I don’t want this marriage. I want to study MBBS and cure people who are suffering from curable diseases.

I know what I’m going to do is wrong but I couldn’t help it. I’m going to ruin this stranger’s life because of my selfishness but I can’t live a sacrificed life. I have an aim and purpose to my life that I need to fulfil. I can’t sit in someone’s home, cook for them and produce babies to them.