𝑨𝑵𝑰𝑫𝑰𝑻𝑨: 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐞 - Yours With All My Heart

|56|•ᴍɪꜱꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ•(🔥)

BONDITA

It had been almost a week since I arrived home, and yet, I still felt a strange heaviness in my heart. Thakumaa and Maa were thrilled to have me back, doting on me as if I were a child once again. Maa cooked all my favorite dishes

"Rest, Bondita," Maa would say every time I tried to help. "You've been taking care of everything in your own house; here, you are still my little girl."

Naina, my younger cousin, followed me around like a shadow, bombarding me with questions about my life, my marriage, and Anirudh. I laughed and shared small, silly stories about our home and life together, but I never told her-or anyone-the real reason why I had come here.

I hadn't even told Maa.

Somehow, the thought of admitting that Anirudh and I had fought felt too heavy, too personal to share. So instead, I kept it locked inside, carrying it like a secret I couldn't let slip.

To pass the time, I visited old friends and wandered through the village, letting nostalgia wash over me. I spent hours sitting by the riverbank where I had once played as a child, watching the gentle flow of water and thinking about how much my life had changed.

But no matter how much I tried to immerse myself in the comfort of home, there was one thought that never left me-him.

Anirudh.

After months of settling into my married life, coming back to my maternal home felt like stepping into a familiar cocoon of love and warmth. Each day brought its own charm, conversations, and moments that I cherished deeply, though my heart often wandered to Anirudh.

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Day two when I came here. The morning sunlight streamed into the house as Maa called out, "Bondita, don't you have anything to do? Come here, let me do your hair. The dusty air is spoiling you."

I smiled, walking to her as she sat on the verandah with her wooden comb and a bottle of warm oil. She made me sit on the floor, her fingers gently untangling my hair.

"Bondita, ek baat bata," she began, her tone gentle but curious, "shaadi ke baad sab theek hai na? Tu khush toh hai?" (Bondita, tell me one thing-everything is fine after marriage, right? Are you happy?)

I nodded, leaning into her touch. "Yes, Maa. Anirudh is very caring. He notices even the smallest things-if I'm tired or upset, he knows instantly."

Maa chuckled, her fingers massaging my scalp. "That's good. But remember, marriage isn't just about love. You both need to compromise and have patience with each other."

I looked up at her, curious. "Maa, how does all this work?"

Maa smiled knowingly. "Bondita, pati-patni ke rishtay mein sabse zaroori cheez hai bharosa aur baat-cheet. Agar kabhi ladai ho, toh use zyada lamba mat kheenchna. Aur ek baat yaad rakh-tumhare pati ke liye tum sirf ek biwi nahi, ek dost bhi ho. Unke saath woh dosti ka rishta banaye rakhna." (Bondita, the most important thing in a husband-wife relationship is trust and communication. If there's a fight, don't let it linger for long. And remember, for your husband, you're not just a wife but also a friend. Maintain that friendship.)

Her words settled deep in my heart. I nodded, her advice making me feel both reassured and a little overwhelmed.

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The next day, (3rd) Thakumaa caught me in the kitchen, her hands busy preparing lunch. "Bondita, yeh sab seekhne ki zarurat hai tujhe," (Bondita, you need to learn all this,) she said, handing me a knife to chop vegetables.

"Thakumaa, I haven't forgotten how to cook" I teased, chopping the vegetables neatly.

"Haan, par roz toh nahi banati na? Ek baat samajh le, ghar sambhalna ek aurat ki zimmedari hoti hai. Tumhare pati tumhare upar nirbhar rahenge." (Yes, but you don't cook every day, do you? Understand this-managing the house is a woman's responsibility. Your husband will rely on you.)