TAWAIF {तवायफ} Ek Pyaar Ek Dard

Geetanjali Aur Zoya Ki Mulakat

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Geetanjali Pov

I woke up at 6 a.m. and turned to the other side of the bed-it was empty, as always. Abhimanyu never comes home at night. I don't know why, but it feels like he never truly wanted to accept me as his wife. He never takes any initiative to make this marriage work. I'm the one who keeps trying-trying to get his attention, trying to stay calm no matter what.

Sometimes, it makes me feel unworthy. Even when I try to find a little happiness, something always pulls me back. It's been two years since we got married... yet from our wedding night till now, he has never come close to me. He has never tried to show me even a sliver of love.

I shook my head with a sigh and got up from the bed. Pushing away the heaviness in my chest, I went to get ready for the day. After a warm shower, I dressed in a beautiful saree and made my way downstairs.

In the hall, my mother-in-law was already seated. I bent down to touch her feet, like every morning, and then proceeded to do the aarti. Once that was done, I went into the kitchen to help prepare breakfast. The servants were already assisting, as they usually did.

Soon, I joined the others at the dining table. As always, Abhimanyu was there-silent, expressionless, eating his breakfast without sparing me a single glance. He was always like this. Cold. Distant. As if I were invisible.

I looked at him for a moment, trying to read even the slightest emotion on his face, but there was nothing. So I lowered my gaze and continued with my breakfast.

After everyone left for their day, I returned to the bedroom. I changed into a soft Anarkali suit, fixing my hair in the mirror. Because today... I'm going to Gulab Kothi.

I was genuinely happy-something I hadn't felt in a while. My mother-in-law had finally given me permission to join dance classes. It felt like a small victory, but to me, it was everything.

Dance had always been my favorite escape, my passion. But after marriage, I had quietly buried that part of myself. I thought there was no place for such hobbies in this new life, especially in a home where emotions were so carefully guarded, where appearances mattered more than dreams.

But everything changed the day I went to Gulab Kothi. Their dance... it mesmerized me. The way they moved-so powerful, so free. For the first time in a long time, I felt a spark awaken inside me. I couldn't resist. That night, I gathered the courage to ask my mother-in-law if I could join dance classes.

At first, she hesitated. Her eyes searched mine, unsure. But eventually, she agreed-perhaps thinking it would be a good distraction for me. She said nothing else, just nodded slightly. And as I was about to thank her, she added firmly, "But don't tell anyone in the house. Especially the men."

I understood. Even happiness here had to be hidden. But still... it was a start.

I smiled softly at my reflection, a rare moment of genuine joy on my face. Clutching my dupatta, I made my way downstairs and stepped out of the house. The sun was gentle today, casting a warm golden glow over everything. The driver opened the car door for me, and soon, we were gliding through the streets, leaving behind the suffocating silence of the mansion.

After a while, the car turned onto a narrow, secluded road lined with old stone walls and fading paint. As it came to a halt, I stepped out, adjusting the pleats of my anarkali, my heart beating a little faster with every step I took into the alley.