𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐕𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐎 : 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐎𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐬

..𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐍..

unwind with - Tere Ho Ke Rehenge
by Arijit Singh

The swing beneath me hummed softly as I swayed, the chains creaking in protest against the passage of time.
The air was thick with the scent of damp earth, the evening breeze cool against my skin.
Beyond the garden’s low fence, the sky was starting to melt into a masterpiece of fire and gold, the last remnants of Holi's daylight stretching across the horizon like a painter’s final stroke before surrendering to the night.

He was tanding a few feet away, his back rigid, his posture tense, his phone pressed tightly against his ear as he spoke in clipped, furious tones.
His voice was low but edged with steel, a blade wrapped in velvet, sharp enough to cut but restrained just enough to make the wound slow.
He was a man who did not yell to make his anger known, his silence, his cold precision, was far more terrifying.
I swear, its look like firing dragon.

He was molten lava in human form.
I watched him.
His fingers flexed at his side, his jaw locked so tightly I swore I heard his teeth grind.
A man in control, yet on the verge of losing it.
Please have some mercy on your teeth's, Mr. Neanderthal Arya.

I was lost in him.
I inhaled slowly, my fingers tightening around the rusted chains of the swing as my mind slipped back, dragged me into a memory I had spent weeks trying to bury.
A memory of this very swing.
Of him.
His rejection had not been cruel.
It had been careful. Measured.
I had stood before him, my hands balled into fists at my sides, my throat burning with unshed words.
He carefully rejected me while planting a seed of confidence in me.
And with that, he had turned and walked away.
But it was not just him who had walked away.
Two more families had come in the following weeks, sitting in our living room with polite smiles and judgmental eyes, piercing me apart with words so casually cruel they might as well have been discussing a commodity rather than a person.

"She is too educated for our son."

"Not fair enough."

“ Too fat for bride. ”