Untold Tale of Indian Wife

•TWENTY-FOUR°

Enigmatic waves of air were flowing with streak of mystifying. Unusually breathing felt so cold yet so odd.
As if currents of air waited to splash something awful. The noticeable changes
of greenery didn't appear to offer any tranquillity. On the other note mostly being were unaware about the uneven shift of atmosphere.

Calender marked this date as saturday therefore every male of Tripathi's abode will let their mouth chanted the divine words of epic sundarkand ( Sundara Kanda is the fifth portion in the Hindu epic Ramayana ). It is mandatory in every brahmin household.

Mid day was about to passed, inviting starry night. Mrinalini as expected resume to share hand in domestic responsibilities. she didn't feel vulnerable like she used to feel. It's been almost three months of their marriage although there are still unfolded talks to share however their relationship is getting better day by day. But then again something was needling her as if she will be again drowned in ocean of vulnerability.

Shubhankar being Shubhankar never put something on table which bother her. The change in his work schedule frustrate her little as now he was so engaged in his business that he couldn't convey few words, he tried but mrinalini let it slip by watching his exhausted self.
She isn't a working person but she was mature enough to know the weight of responsibilities which came from job.
So instead of throwing taunts that he is being irresponsible husband by not providing sufficient time. She decided to understand his situation silently.

She consumed lungful air to cool her mind and her hands again danced in the beat of work. Suddenly someone informed her that Manorama has summoned her in her room.

Truth to be said Mrinalini hesitated for a moment as she was certain that lady despise her even when she never utter how fed up she felt sometimes. Nevertheless she washed her clammy hands and adjusted her ghoonghat.

Manorama positioned herself in wooden armchair, rocking forth and back. Her eyes blankly yet aimlessly staring at her cupboard which was gallaxy of expensive ancient material. She was distracted by little knock and rapidly her eyes dripped in something which can't add in the synonyms of warm. Edges of her eyes painted in surreality and mouth disgraced in little sardonic grin.

Mrinalini mannerly entered after hearing a short "Hm" Her nerve shook when she heard the demanding to shut the door behind her, Mrinalini without tossing any objection followed her words. Manorama eyes settled on her too long that Mrinalini bowed her eyelashes.

"Listen young lady, let me clarify that I called you here for a purpose which you have to done in any way".

Mrinalini curious gaze looked up and before she could flipped any question, Old lady shushed her "Your only purpose is to blessed my grandson with a son"

This time Mrinalini didn't allow her eyes to look down although not minding her gaze, Manorama continued "Don't say that you are too young to expect a baby"
she raised her hand and said "At fifteen I gave birth so you are eighteen It's easy for you, Ladies at your age have three - four children while you don't have any at this point" she paused for a moment and spoke with such hatred as if Mrinalini is a sinner "I can't tell you what kind of bullshit I would get to hear from society, not like that I haven't heard yet, just because of you. Heaven know why Shubhankar agreed to get married With you when clearly you aren't even mid"

"People will call you impotent, barren, infertile and god knows what. As a lady you should look for a way to blessed your husband with a son. If you won't then you are curse in his life". Manorma completely ignoring the innocent unshed tears of Mrinalini, raised up and swiped her head in straight way and stated in spine chilled voice "Mrinalini if you won't agree then there is situation where man get another wife and probably you are aware that It's not a big deal"