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Short mature stories
Contains both English and Hindi words.
~ Obsessed Ex Boyfriend ✓
~ Private Tutor ✓
~ Sarpanch's obsession ✓
~ DhruvTara (on hold)
~ MLA's obsession (ongoing)
"Maa ji, aisa mat kariye. Main kahan jaungi?" said Tara, begging her mother-in-law.
"Kahin bhi jaa manhus. Yaha se nikal. Dayan hai tu," replied her mother-in-law harshly.
"Nahi, nahi maa ji. Aisa nahi hai. Main kahan jaungi?" Tara begged desperately.
"Arey manhus, paida hote hi apne maa baap khaa gayi, shadi hue ek mahina bhi nahi hua aur apna pati khaa gayi. Dayan kahin ki, nikal abhi ke abhi!" her mother-in-law shouted, dragging Tara to the door.
Tara pleaded constantly with her mother-in-law to not throw her out, but nobody listened to her.
"Naa jane kis manhus ghadi mein teri shadi apne bete se kar di thi. Haye, meri futi kismat, mera bachha khaa gayi dayan," her mother-in-law lamented, pushing her out of the house.
Tara's younger sister-in-law, her devrani, threw her bag filled with some sarees and belongings, saying, "Yeh bhi le jao, na jane kya manhusiyat fail jaaye tumhare saman se is ghar mein."
Before Tara could say anything, her mother-in-law shut the door in her face. She banged on the door, pleading to not be exiled, saying she had nowhere to go, but nobody paid any heed to her.
Defeated, she picked up her bag and went towards the temple because she had no place to go, no relatives to call for help, and no money to find shelter. She cried and pleaded to Maa Bhawani, complaining about her misery as a child complains to her mother.
Tara was just 20 years old, too young to be married and too young to be a widow. Her one-month marriage ended when her husband died in an accident while heavily intoxicated with drugs and alcohol. The man who never touched alcohol died because he was drunk and driving.
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She sat near a pillar of the temple, gazing at the flowers in the pond at the backside. She stared blankly at the flowers and the pair of swans, her eyes void of any emotions, so barren that there were no tears left. Her husband had died 15 days ago, and after all the final rites were complete, his family threw her out of the house, labeling her as bad luck, a dayan.
Although that house had given her nothing but pain, it was still a shelter. Now, she was homeless.
Dhruv's POV
Today marks the 16th day since the incident that changed so many lives.
I lost my school friend in a car accident when he was recklessly driving while drunk. I couldn't stop him from driving, and that was my mistake. I never thought we would lose him. He had been my friend since the 4th grade, but we lost contact six years ago and finally met again on his wedding day.
Although I sustained some injuries from being in the same car, they weren't fatal—just some broken bones and a scar on my back. I felt guilty for surviving when he didn't. He should've been alive too, if only I had known he was drunk. But nobody can change what is already written in our destiny.
