Baani Agnihotri 23 year old studying Architecture, gets suddenly Married to her Childhood Friend Om Upadhyay who is orthopaedic doctor. No She is not a replaced Bride nor he is a replaced Groom, The marriage happens with consent but still Sudden !
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Baani's POV
As we emerge from the airport, a heavy wave of heat hits my face, engulfing me in its warm embrace. The bustling crowd surrounds us, their chatter and laughter blending into a lively atmosphere.
The sharp calls of taxi drivers pierce the air, each one vying for our attention, urging us to choose them for a ride to our destination.
"Baani" He calls me, I look at him...My Husband Om!
"That's our Cab" He points out and I look at the cab Nodding.
He is carrying our bags and has given me just a small bag to carry. He along with the cab driver placed the bags at the back of the car.
Om opens the back door of the car for me I and slides in, while he settles on the front seat. I gaze down at my hands...adored with swirling patterns of henna. My Wrist jingles softly with the weight of red bangles. Yes, I am married! Married at the age of 23! Tears dwell up in my eyes and I turn my gaze towards the window to distract myself from the thoughts lingering in my mind.
But the stupid mind is replying to everything all over again and again. When I was marrying Om, I knew my life was going to change, it wouldn't be the same...All because of my stupidity, All because of my Stupidity.
A loner tear pricks down my cheeks and I wipe it away, My bangles making voice.
Om And I are heading to his flat in Delhi because Staying in the Village was becoming torture and It is going to be more in college!
"Can you stop the car at the side?" Asked Om politely
He came out from the car and opened the door of my side "Come Baani, Let's have something"
I shook my head "I don't feel like eating" I said in a low voice
"Okay...Um then drink something?"
"Just Water would be fine"
"Are you sure?" His voice was concerned, and I nodded
He asked the cab driver if he wanted something but he also denied it, Om came back with Juice, Water and some biscuits.
