"Find what you love and let it kill you."
- Charles Bukowski
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She was a good listener since childhood so people had no extra worries regarding her. The villagers had seen her not receiving any punishment for not being able to follow orders. She had always kept her nose out of everything she was supposed to or more than often asked to.
She had been told that if she pays attention to her training and does everything in the exact same manner, she'd be living happily forever. That she'd get a husband who'd love her more than anything else and would love to show it to her every minute of their lives together.
Hence, she did. She did everything she was taught but contrary to the results that her trainers had said she'll receive, the only thing she got in return were regular beatings, incessant torture, unnecessary branding, and lifetime trauma.
She always wanted all of this to end.
And now with her husband dead, she was one step closer to receiving that freedom. Though, she was not exactly happy about what happened she couldn't bring herself to feel sad. The only feeling she had was fear.
She was scared because this was her only chance. Either she'd receive her everlasting joy of freedom or never-ending bondage in the famiglia. And after being a victim of everything that goes behind the close doors of the famiglia, she knew that being dead is better than being bound to the family forever.
Also, she couldn't afford to stay in the family anymore after knowing the graveness of the crime that she committed. And if she ends up being in the family, it's just a matter of time when the truth comes to light and she ends up dead.
Thus, she runs.
"Bhabhi, this is your lehenga. Laaiye main aapki madad krdeti hoon."
("Bhabhi, this is your lehenga. Come, let me help you.")
Jaanvi enters her room with a heavy embroidered dark brown coloured lehenga with meticulous golden zardoshi work done all over it. It was exquisite. If she didn't know the purpose for which it was custom-made, she might have actually appreciated the work of art.
"NAHI!!!! Mera matlab hai aap rehne dijiye Jaanvi baisa, hum karlenge. Aapko aur bhi bahut saare kaam honge na?"
("NOO!!!! I mean I'll do it myself you don't have to, Jaanvi baisa. You must be having other stuffs to be done, right?")
She wanted her to listen. As the clock was ticking, her nerves were getting more jittery. She was practically shivering at this point, which definitely didn't go unnoticed by Jaanvi.
"Bhabhi aap thik hai na? You're shivering."
("Bhabhi, are you okay? You're shivering.")
"Nahi nahi I'm okay. W...Woh Woh bas sh..shayad nervousness ke vajah se horha hai. M..Mai taiyaar hojaati hu, nahi?"
("No no I'm okay. I...It m..might be due to nervousness. I..I shall get ready, shan't I?")
Jaanvi didn't seem convinced. But since she still had so many things to be done, she agreed reluctantly.
"Ji bhabhi. You need simplest of the help, you get me called, yeah?"
She knew that she had very less time in her hands. It won't be too late when the news spreads around that the bride had run away. And the moment this comes out, everyone will be on their way to find out the missing bride.
She kept running. She didn't pay any heed to her 30 kgs heavy lehenga trying to bring her down. She didn't care about the heavy heels hurting her feets. The only care she had in the world was to run faraway, a place where in the mafia couldn't reach.
While she was running, her feets got tangled in her lehenga, and she fell on her knees. Her eyes were filled with tears but she was determined. She stood up but her feets were aching terribly. She gathered her courage and started sweeping her feet to move faster. And suddenly she got hit face-first by something, or rather someone.
Her biggest nightmare, Utkarsh Singh Khurana, her husband-to-be, was right infront of her.
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Paragraphs written in italics throughout the story, if not mentioned otherwise, represent flashback/ past memory/ incidents from the past.
Bhabhi - Brother's wife / sister-in-law
Baisa - Husband's sister / sister-in-law
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