The Second Bloom • 18+

2. Chaos in mind (Malini's POV)

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I didn't realise when I slipped into such a deep sleep last night, still in my saree.

I remained on the bed itself for quite a few minutes, then I stood up slowly, because I had to. It was normal for me now.

I don't know whether I should even say this or not but how do I manage all this?

I still remember my wedding night with him — Amrit ji. We didn't make love that night, but we talked. We talked a lot. He shared his several stories with me, talked to me about his family, I shared with him about my family, I shared how hard it was to be part of rituals, it went like that. Smooth. Slow. Good.

Next morning I had prepared kheer on my first rasoi, and how much he had loved it.

We had made love later that night. Slow, romantic, loving, caring. It was so beautiful and prefect, wrapped around each other's body.

I stood up from the bed and my eyes fell on the floor. The blanket, and the person sleeping on it.

My breathe hitched.

Is it even correct? Thinking about how I made love with my first husband when I just woke up on the bed of my second husband?

I don't know.

I shook my head and walked outside the room. I was greeted with the cool breeze blowing outside. It's winter season going on. It's too cold in this area.

I moved to my previous room to take out my clothes from the cupboard.

I had just opened the cupboard when I heard the voice of my mother-in-law from behind me,

“Yahan kya kar rahi ho?”

A shiver ran down my spine.

I turn around and was greeted by her strong gaze. “Woh... Hum... Kapde lene ...aaye the.”

She placed her hands on both side of her waist,

“Kapde apne kamre mein nahi rakha ab tak tumne?”

I shook my head hysterically.

She sighed,

“Toh rakho, Malini. Aaj rakh lena sab kuch... Apne kamre me. Tumhara iss kamre mein aana thik nahi hai... Varun ne dekh liya toh usey kaisa mehsus hoga?”

I frowned. How will he feels? Should I really think about that now? And why would he feels anything? Why?

She held my arm gently, and made me sit on our bed — mine and Amrit ji’s.

She sat beside me too,

“Ab tum Amrit ki biwi nahi ho, Malini. Ab tumhara pati Varun hai. Uske Mann ko khayal me rakh kar koi bhi kaam kiya karo. Jo ho gaya so Gaya, bhul jao sab. Ab tumhari nayi jimmedariyan hai. Biwi ho tum ab Varun ki..” she cupped my cheek,

“Usey khush rakho. Sukhi parivar banao.”

I was dumbstruck by her words. We just married yesterday and she wants me to create a family with my new husband?

Really?

“Dekho badi ba—” she paused. And this is the thing I hate the most. The new thing that I hate the most.

She isn't able to pull herself back from calling me her Badi Babu although I'm not her badi bahu anymore, but she wants me to forget everything and move on. She wants me to act like Varun ji’s wife.