"Happy Married Life, Shivya Pathak" I weakly smiled seeing my condition, mangalsutra dangling in my neck, vermilion in hair and both hands filled with gold bangles.
"Come out quickly or do you want me to break the gate," my husband knocked again...
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The sunlight which was directly hitting my face made me groan. I buried my face in the pillow and turned to the other but with a loud thud I fell on the ground.
"Mummmyyy" I cried rubbing my hand when I fell down from couch and I opened my half eyes only to see a pair of black eyes already watching me, hurriedly I opened my eyes and stood up as he closed his eyes and turned his face on the other side of the bed.
I glanced at the clock and was 5. This is the first time after my 12th board exams that I am waking up so early in the morning. My mother had said that today the kitchen will probably be there first, so get up early in the morning and get ready .
I decided to take a bath and get ready. I turned my heels to the bathroom but eyes were stuck on his sleeping figure "Dusht janwar" I murmured under my breath and groaned in pain when this time I hit my head on the wall.
I rubbed that area to soothe the pain when I heard him chuckling. I embarrass myself twice in 2 minutes. Well done Shivya, I'm so proud of you.
Taking out a dark pink banarasi saree whose weight seemed a little less than my own weight, I entered the bathroom and it was quite luxurious. I think I didn't see it clearly last night. I stripped my clothes and stood under the shower.
The cold water cascaded down, a welcome shock against my heated skin. It was like a thousand tiny needles, each one pricking away the fatigue of the day. I closed my eyes, leaning into the pressure, letting the water wash away tiredness.
The scent of the shampoo, a sweet blend of strawberry and mint, filled the bathroom, mingling with the steam rising from the shower. I worked the lather into my hair, massaging my scalp with gentle fingertips.
As I rinsed the shampoo from my hair, I felt a new wave of energy coursing through me. The tiredness was gone, replaced by a sense of calm. I stepped out of the shower, wrapping myself in a fluffy towel and my wet hair in another one.
Luckily I draped the saree around my figure but the pleats were not fitting perfectly, so I wore my saree three times. Oh god, I don't even have a phone to learn from YouTube. I knew how to wear saree but not this type of heavy and banarasi saree.
Struggling for almost 30 minutes I finally succeeded in making pleats of my saree. Making a neat bun of my hair and putting a little makeup with nude shade of lipstick. At last I wore all the heavy jewelleries and applied vermilion. I came inside the room adjusting my veil over my head.
I unlocked the room and when I was going out I saw the bed empty. I looked around the room to find him and then I shrugged off my shoulder, and went downstairs.
I stood there, a stranger in this grand haveli feeling like a doll awkwardly dressed for a role I hadn't been cast in
I covered my face properly from the veil, What should I do now " Ghunghat se acha aankhon pe patti bandhwa dete ye log meri, dikhana to kuchh aise bhi nahi hai"
