The life of a sunshine professor Pankti Bajaj(24),takes a drastic shift when she faces the harsh reality on her wedding night that she isn't married to her fiance instead to his elder brother - Maahir Raghuvanshi (30), a grumpy businessman, owner of...
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“Have you lost?” She yelled. She stood right in front of me. Her tears informed me of her jarring condition. Her caramel-brown eyes spoke of how she was betrayed, how she felt neglected, as no one considered hearing her while everyone was busy making the crucial decision of her life. But she never had an idea about it.
“Sorry, Pankti. Lis-”
“Sorry?” Her hand brushed off the tears. “Sorry? Will your one sorry fix my trust? Will your one sorry fix my life? Will your one sorry compensate for what I’ve lost today?” She sobbed, burying her face in her palm.
Silence. That was the only response I could offer.
“What are you doing here?” She lifted her gaze as her hand raised to wipe off the vermillion from her hairline.
“Don’t.” I grabbed her wrist. “I said don’t dare to do it.”
“Why? Acha. Suhagraat manani hai.” She hiccuped. “Zindagi ka tamasha bana chuke ho tum. Ijjat ka bhi banado. Hawasi shaitan ho tum.”
(Okay. You want to celebrate the wedding night.)
(You've turned life into a spectacle. You can turn my dignity into the same. You're a lustful beast.)
“Tamasha?” I released her hand and walked towards her. “Agar maine shaadi nahi ki hoti toh tumhare mama mami pakka tumhara tamasha banate.”
(If I hadn't gotten married, your uncle and aunt would definitely have made a spectacle out of you.)
“Thank you ehsaan ke liye. I don’t know about you but I need a divorce.” She turned to grab her phone from the bed. “I’ll call Maa and tell her everything about how you’ve played a game by disguising yourself as Avyukta.”
(Thank you for the favour.)
“Your Maa knew I was in the mandap. She was the one to ask me to marry you.” I announced and marked the departure of the presence from the room.
I reached the ground floor to find an escape from the building maelstrom of emotions. I sat on the sofa and rubbed my palm over my face not too overboard with the current situation of standing between the line, dividing right and wrong on both sides.
I was right to make that decision to save her from society’s blame. If not for that ridiculous society, her Mama and Mami would burden her mother with constant daily reminders of how her fiance died before the wedding.
