wooing Meera Rai

XII | divorce

XII | divorce

 A Petition For divorce by mutual consent u/s 13B of the Hindu Marriage Act submitted by Mr. Vihaan Singh Chauhan and Mrs. Meera Rai Singh Chauhan

"Here's the legal draft of the papers." The divorce attorney handed Vihaan the final draft of the green papers, the papers that would officially end the entire charade. "Although, getting a divorce in your case is not easy."

Vihaan frowned. He took the papers and handed it to his secretary whilst questioning the reason for the earlier statement by his appointed lawyer.

"A marriage in India is a sacrament, more than an agreement. So the family court will make sure to keep both of you tied in this for at least six months - considering it hasn't been a year for your marriage. Unless..."

Vihaan noted the hesitant silence at the end of this statement. "Unless what?"  

"Unless grave acts of adultery, treachery, domestic or emotional abuse or... rape has occurred during these six months. That is the only way this divorce can be finalised."  

Vihaan gulped. 

He clutched the parker pen he was going to use the sign the papers and absolutely destroyed the nip on the notepad. The ink readily oozed out the pen and made a blotting mess on the pad. He didn't think about any of this when he planned to marry Meera, all he thought about was ruining her life.

He didn't realise that drops from her bloodshed would also tarnish his reputation.

When Meera told him that she wanted a divorce, Vihaan could not believe that Meera would want to divorce him. It didn't occur to him that she could so easily and readily want to leave him and for the next week, Vihaan could not stop thinking about their conversation.

The kiss of course kept interrupting his chain of thoughts, but the rage he felt simply because Meera wanted a divorce kept him at bay.

How dare she divorce him? If anything, he would be the one to divorce her. He would end what he had started and would not let a woman decide the fate of his life. 

The last week's interaction played in his mind non-stop for the entirety of the week. Each time he felt anxious about his dead mother's presence, all he had to do was shut his eyes and relive the moment he was kissing his wife.

Her touch was enough for him to forget all the sorrows of his life and if he could keep kissing her, holding her, be buried inside of her - he'd do it for the rest of his life. 

Meera's warm body was all Vihaan needed to sleep peacefully at night.

There was nothing extraordinary about Meera Rai. She was a very average Indian girl - ugly if societal standards were considered and even had the mark of a disgraceful woman by being divorced once. No one could ever be in the same room as her and even look at her if it was filled with other women.

No one but Vihaan.

In a room full of beautiful women as per societal norms, Vihaan's chocolate brown eyes would only yearn to see one single glance of his pretty wife. She only had to look at him once - that was all it took - one glance from Meera's hazel eyes was all it took for Vihaan to throw all of his patriarchal upbringing down the window.

What was this witchcraft? How in the world would his brain stop brain-ing the moment Meera was in the picture.

It was like she had him wrapped around her finger.