The vivid reds in wedding symbols of celebration , Happiness and Joy . But what will happen if the same red colour change into the colour of blood betrayal and the symphony of despair.
Meera sweet little innocent girl end up being the pawn in the d...
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The morning sun was bright, casting a golden hue over the vibrant sports field. Parents and children filled the space, excitement buzzing in the air. The teacher stood at the center, explaining the rules of the five-stage game. Her voice echoed through the speakers, but my attention wandered elsewhere.
My gaze landed on Meera, standing a few feet away, nervously biting her nails. Her eyes flitted across the field, likely imagining every worst-case scenario. I muttered under my breath, “Stupid,” shaking my head at her antics.
Ira, oblivious to her mother’s worries, tugged at my hand, eager for reassurance. I bent down and scooped her into my arms, her giggles momentarily drowning out the teacher’s voice. “Don’t worry, princess,” I said, keeping my tone calm but firm. “We’ll win this. Trust me.”
I glanced at Meera again. Her shoulders, which had been tense moments ago, seemed to relax as her eyes met mine. She even managed a faint smile, and for a brief moment, I felt a strange sense of satisfaction.
As I turned my attention back to Ira, a familiar voice echoed in my mind.
"Oh, very smooth, Mr. Cold-and-Distant. Reassure the kid so the wife calms down. Genius strategy." My subconscious mind popped out of nowhere
I frowned. “Not now,” I muttered under my breath, earning a confused look from Ira, who tilted her head in curiosity.
"Come on, admit it. You didn’t pick Ira up just for her. You were trying to comfort Meera without, you know, actually comforting her."
I stayed silent.
"Silent treatment, huh? Okay, fine. Let’s break it down. Meera’s nervous. You notice. Instead of just saying, ‘Hey, don’t worry, I’ve got this,’ like a normal human being, you pick up Ira and make some big heroic declaration. Subtle. So subtle.”
“I wasn’t trying to comfort her,” I muttered through gritted teeth.
"Oh, sure. You’re just a doting father doing his duty. Nothing to do with the fact that Meera looks like she might faint at any second and you can’t stand it."
I felt my jaw tighten. “Shut up.”
"Admit it—you care. You can lie to her, you can lie to yourself, but you can’t lie to me, buddy. I live rent-free in your head.”
“Unfortunately.”
"Ouch. That hurts. You know what else hurts? Watching you stumble through this whole ‘I don’t care, but I actually do’ routine. It’s entertaining, though. Like watching a penguin try to fly."
I rolled my eyes, turning slightly to glance at Meera again. She was listening intently to Ira, who was chattering away about the game.
"There it is. The trademark side glance. You’re hopeless."
