YOU AND ME

Aisha

The wedding had been a grand affair, blending our Gujarati traditions with Amina’s African customs. But as we returned home, my heart was heavy with resentment. This marriage was a means to an end for me, a way to secure the property and wealth that rightfully belonged to our family.

As we arrived home, the house was buzzing with excitement. Priya and Raj, Ayush’s cousins, were already teasing Ayush and Amina about their wedding night.

“Don’t be too nervous, Ayush,” Priya teased. “Just remember to be gentle.”

Raj laughed. “And Amina, don’t let him fall asleep too soon!”

Ayush blushed, while Amina tried to hide her embarrassment. I watched them, my smile forced. This was all part of the plan.

At the door, I prepared for the traditional Gujarati welcoming ceremony. Amina stood nervously, ready to kick the ball of rice and step into the red water.

“Stop!” Grandma’s voice rang out. “How can I allow my daughter-in-law to enter the house with her feet empty and bare?”

She brought out traditional ancient anklets, heavy and ornate. “These have been in our family for generations,” she said, fastening them around Amina’s ankles.

Amina looked touched, but I felt a surge of anger. This girl didn’t deserve our family’s treasures. But I kept my composure, knowing that tomorrow, everything would change.

“Raj, squat down so Amina can place her foot on your leg,” Grandma instructed.

Raj looked displeased but obeyed. “Why do I have to do this?” he grumbled.

“Listen to me, grandson,” Grandma said sternly. “Just do what I told you to help our daughter-in-law.”

The whole family laughed at Raj’s reluctance, except for me. I felt like I was already losing control over my son and our family’s future.

Amina kicked the ball of rice, symbolizing prosperity, and stepped into the red water, leaving her footprints on the white cloth. This was to signify that she was bringing wealth and happiness into our home.

“Welcome, Amina,” I said, my voice laced with false warmth. “May you bring joy to our family.”

After the ceremony, Amina headed to her room, waiting for Ayush with a veil over her face. She sat on the bed, her heart racing with anticipation.

As Ayush was heading to the room, I saw my opportunity. I faked a slip and fell to the floor, crying out in pain.

“Ayush! Help me!” I called out, clutching my ankle.

Ayush rushed to my side, concern etched on his face. “Mom, are you okay?”

“I think I’ve twisted my ankle,” I said, wincing. “I need you to stay with me tonight. I’m in so much pain.”

“But, Mom, it’s my wedding night. Amina is waiting for me,” Ayush protested.

“Please, Ayush,” I pleaded, my voice trembling. “I need you. Don’t leave me alone.”

Reluctantly, Ayush stayed by my side, tending to my supposed injury. I could see the frustration in his eyes, but he couldn’t bring himself to leave me.

As the hours passed, Amina waited in her room, her excitement slowly turning to worry. She glanced at the clock—it was already 2:00 AM. She tried to stay awake, but exhaustion eventually overcame her, and she dozed off.

Finally, when I was sure Ayush was too tired to go to Amina, I pretended to fall asleep. Ayush gently extricated himself and headed to his room.