It has been two days since we talked about finding information about him, and now we are standing in front of the same mandir where I was forced to marry him. I looked at Nidhi, who
was standing beside me. She turned her face towards me and asked,
"Chale?" (Shall we go?)
Hearing her, I nodded my head, and we entered the mandir. As I walked through the familiar pathway, every memory from that day started playing in my mind like a movie. At that moment, I just wanted to run away from there. But at the same time, I remembered that if I ran from this place, I would never find out who this person is that I am now married to.
So I gathered my courage and went forward with Nidhi. We first prayed to God Mahadev. I joined my hands and closed my eyes, praying.-
"I honestly don't understand what you want from me. I don't know why you have put me through this pain. If it's due to any mistake I made unknowingly, then please forgive me. I sincerely apologise for what I did. Please, I really can't handle this pain any longer. Please, I beg you, Mahadev, take me away from this pain. Please help me find a way to overcome this situation."
Praying all this, I don't know when tears started to slip from my eyes. I opened my eyes when
Nidhi put her hand on my shoulder. Looking at me, she said with a sad face.
"Don't worry, Meera. Now you have to be strong. Let's go find some information."
Saying this, she took me to the office where all the mandir work and religious events are handled.
We reached the office room, which is a small chamber. Inside, a middle-aged man was sitting on a chair, and in front of him was a table where some registers and religious books were kept. Two chairs were placed in front of the table as well. The walls of the chamber were adorned with photos of God Mahadev and others. We entered the chamber and said namaste to the man. Hearing us, he looked at us and, with a small gentle smile, he returned the greeting and said to sit, showing us to the chair.
As we settled into the chairs, he asked,
"Yes, tell me, madam, how can I help you?"
Hearing this, Nidhi looked at me nervously and then turned to him with a smile.
"Sir, actually, we came here to inquire about something," she said.
Noticing his confusion, Nidhi waved her hand in front of him and added,
"Please don't misunderstand us; we just want to know about the marriage that took place here a week ago."
Upon hearing her, the man's face turned serious. He said,
"Sorry, madam, I can't help you with that. It's a very confidential event, and we can't risk giving any information to the media or the public."
Hearing him, I looked at Nidhi, and she responded,
"Oh, sir, we are not from the media or anything like that. In fact, we know them. Actually, she is the bride."
She pointed to me and continued.
"You can check if you have any doubts about it. Her name is Meera Sharma."
hearing her words, my eyes widened in a mix of nervousness and shock. The man looked at me and then checked something in one of the registers kept on the table in front of us. After a while,
he closed the book and said, looking at us,
"What do you want to know?"
Upon hearing this, our eyes lit up, and Nidhi asked with a bit of excitement,
"We want to know who the groom is and what his name is."
Hearing this, his expression turned serious again, and he gulped before saying,
"Sorry, madam, I can't give any information about them. We only have the bride's information in our register."
Hearing this, I started to feel tense; I could feel pain in my head from the tension. Taking a strong
step, I said,
"Sir, please, this is about a girl's life. I really need to know about that person. At least tell me, on that day, In whose name this place was booked? Or any information you have about him and that day, please..."
Hearing this, Nidhi clutched my hand in a gesture of support. But the man sitting in front of us looked at me with confused eyes and said,
"Are you serious when you say that you were the bride in this marriage, then how don't you know who your groom is or what his name is? In reality, at this time, how can there be marriages where the bride doesn't know her husband's name or identity? Are you joking, or are you part of some media project?"
Hearing this, I spoke in a pleading tone,
"Sir, please understand that we are not from any media. It's true that I was the bride in that marriage; please believe me, sir. But I really don't know who I married. Trust me, it was a forced marriage."
Upon hearing my words, his eyes softened with sympathy as he looked at me. Seeing this, Nidhi said,
"Sir, we know it's hard to believe, but unfortunately, it's true. So please help us."
After listening to her, he looked at us with a sympathetic expression and said,
"I don't know if what you are telling me is true or not, but even if it is, I can't help you. He is someone I cannot afford to offend, so I'm really sorry. You can leave now, madam."
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Dark Love
RomanceThe story is about the love and hate between two souls. It's about a girl named Meera Sharma who is very sweet, kind, and bright. She went through many difficulties in her painful past life but never gave up. When she is leading her life successful...
