THE RATHORE BHAWAN - Qasoor Mohabbat Ka

CH -13 || Misalliance ||❔

Agar vo poochh lein humse tumhein kis baat ka gham hai
To kis baat ka gham hai agar vo poochh le hum se

~AISHWARYA~

And I did it.I signed the paper.That was it .I was married.Married to this man I barely know that came into my life as a stranger who helped me and now is my legally wedded husband.And there I could see all my resolves of not letting the XY chromosomes in the radius of 5 metres,tumbling down the crusty walls of the courtroom .The dried ink on these white and black papers stand as a witness of the torment I had myself brought upon the both of us.

As I put down the pen with a heavy heart and trembling hands, memories of past flash before my eyes , the anxiety slightly peeking through the eye blinding brightness of the sunshine coming from the window , the braided flowers, snaked around my neck ,choking me , the scent, although very different , felt familiar, making it difficult for me to inhale.And amidst the chaos, my eyes met those pair of black ones, I have become too familiar with,mirroring the same dilemma,I know he is noticing in mine.His presence , felt like a warm embrace ,knowing that after all these years of the islolated torture ,there was someone alike me , captive of the prison of destiny.

Was I too selfish for seeking happiness in the congruity of our misery ?Wasn't I just as pathetic as my father, for the pursuit of my joy lies in anguish of another man .The man ,I was staring at right now,My Husband.

The tension of the air was subsided by the laughter of the only two people who were the sole cause of this misalliance -My father and Pratap Uncle

A gentle tug at my shoulder brought my eulogy to an end and I looked at the beaming face of my Sister in law .
She's so gorgeous , the joy of her heart radiating from her body and becoming visible through her adorable smile.She seemed a nice person ,apart from the fact that she had Goddess like features.Sometimes ,I wonder what people must think when they look at me ? I felt too whitewashed and apart from my name , there was nothing Indian about me.Apart from my name ,there was nothing admirable about my life. Mom gave me this name.

Welcome to the family devraani ji !!!
Her voice is as gorgeous as her face.I couldn't help but smile at her endearment.Not even in my wildest nightmares I thought someone would call me that and here I was.

You know that's what Banna said to me on my first day
She spoke and I looked at Mr Rathore for a brief moment ,finding him smiling at his Bhabhisa .

You know I always thought what it would to be like to have a sister and see now I have one.
I like her already.Besides, I only had that self obsessive bitch in the name of sister.

Welcome mera bacha
It was Uncle's voice and he hugged me in a fatherly embrace as I knew better than to touch his feet.
I have two daughters now.

And he hugged Bhabhisa as well.
Soon I heard my father's over excited voice from the other side.
Mubarak ho Damaad ji

Thank you sir

Mr Rathore spoke , his voice as serious and unwavering as ever. I am pretty sure he must be cursing my father in his head, and I will not blame him.He has ruined two lives, all for his stupid conceit , his stupid hope that this marriage will solve everything in my life.
It won't, nothing can.I know, I have tried, it doesn't get better, but you have to live , you have to be strong, nobody else will do it for you.Mr Rathore will not do it for me.

Ye sir var chhodo yrr...ab I am your sasur ji...

He remarked , and suddenly O saw that fake smile falter as his eyes met mine,softening his features , as he took in my form.He averted his guilty gaze away from me, towards my now husband.