"𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝑰 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒂 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔? 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓?"
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"Only five months. Five months into this marriage, and we'll part ways."
"You're-you're joking, righ...
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I turned the door handle gently, barely making a sound, and stepped inside. Soon, I was greeted by the most peaceful sight I had ever seen.
She was sleeping, her face serene, beautiful, and mesmerizing. The words "My wife" slipped from my lips, a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth.
Rooh, you have no idea how difficult it has been for me to stay away from you. For these past three months, I kept myself busy and distant. I know you're troubled, but everything I'm doing, I'm doing it for you—only for you. My love.
"Chérie, we will be together in the next life."
"Is janm ke liye tum meri nahi, par agle har janm mein rooh sirf Abhiyansh ki rahegi " A lone tear escaped my eye and fell onto her wrist. (In this lifetime, you are not mine, but in every life that follows, Rooh will always belong to Abhiyansh)
The thought of how much she must have suffered all day, hearing people ask, "Where's your husband?"—the constant taunts from everyone, from her bua to the others—tore at me.
I had made sure that no one from her family would have any connection with her again. She had borne enough pain.
Suddenly, my subconscious mocked me, 'As if you're keeping her happy? Have you forgotten what you said to her on your wedding night?'
But every time that thought crosses my mind, I remind myself that I am doing this for her. I am doing this for her future happiness. Yes, she may be enduring sadness now, but it is only temporary. In the end, I am sacrificing everything so that she can find a lifetime happiness.
The reason I can't keep myself composed and get emotional is because today marks the day when I first met her—the first time I laid my eyes on her.
13 years ago:
"We won't play with you," Manav and his friends sneered, pushing me aside.
"But why? We're friends, right?" I asked.
Why wouldn't they play with me? They were my friends, or at least I thought they were.
"No. My mom told me your family is shameful. Your bua ran away with your father's assitant. You're bad people. Your bua is a taint, and—"
Before he could finish, something snapped inside me. I couldn't hold it in any longer. With all the frustration and humiliation building up inside, I grabbed him by the collar and shoved him to the ground, my heart pounding in my chest. I raised my fist and started hitting him, the anger taking over my body.
