The 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...
Unbeknownst to Meera, the car parked at the side of the road belonged to the person she was searching for. When he saw the lights in Meera's apartment go off, he quietly exited the car and approached the building. He entered the lift and pressed the button for her floor.
Once the lift doors opened, he found himself in front of her door. He took a key from his pocket, slid it into the keyhole, and opened the door silently. Maintaining the same level of quiet, he slowly closed the door behind him. In one hand, he held a bouquet of red roses and a small paper bag, while in the other hand, he carried his coat.
He walked towards Meera's room and tried to open the door, but today it wouldn't budge like it usually did. Looking at it, he smiled and whispered to himself,
"So, Jaan, you've decided to lock your room and sleep. No worries, I have a key to this room too."
With that, he used another key to unlock the door and stepped inside.
She was sleeping peacefully, her hair partially covering her face. Her long t-shirt came down to her mid-thigh as she lay on her stomach, one hand tucked under her chin and the other resting beside her. The blanket covered her legs halfway, and the soft glow of a golden lamp illuminated her face, which bore a gentle pout.
As he looked at her, a small smile appeared on his lips. He approached her and sat on the edge of the bed. Setting the bag on the nightstand, he held a bouquet and gazed at her lovingly for a moment. Then, he gently brushed her hair aside with one hand and caressed her head slowly, maintaining that same warm smile.
Looking at her cute, calm face, he whispered,
"Happy birthday, meri jaan."
Saying this, his smile grew wider. After a pause, he continued,
"I know this isn't right, but I don't have a choice. I promise I will be in front of you very soon."
With that, he kissed her forehead and placed the bouquet of roses on the pillow beside her.
After that, he made her lie on her back and covered her with the blanket properly. He noticed her milky white legs and soft skin, which distracted him, stirring new feelings within him and slightly raising his temperature. He held her hand and said,
"I brought a gift for you. I hope you like it. Even if you don't, you can't throw it away because it's from your husband, so you have to keep it with you."
As he said this, his smile shifted into an evil smirk.It was morning when Meera woke up with a sudden jolt, as if she had just emerged from a dream. She sat up in bed and covered her face with her hands. After a moment, she slowly lowered her hands and looked at the bright golden sunlight streaming in from the balcony. As she gazed at the light, something caught her eye on the bed beside her. There was a bouquet of red roses lying on the pillow next to her.
For a few seconds, she stared at the flowers, then carefully picked them up. The fresh scent of the roses filled her nostrils as she brought them closer to her face. In the center of the bouquet, she noticed a card. She picked it up and read,
"Happy Birthday, Biwi Jaan."
Reading those words, a lone tear appeared on her cheek. She gently wiped it away and whispered to herself.
"I thought you didn't know about my personal things. I hoped that at least today I would spend happily, but it seems I was wrong,"
she said with a long sigh. As she was about to get up from the bed, she noticed a paper bag on the nightstand. Placing a rose on the bed, she took the bag and pulled out the packet inside. When she opened it, she discovered a beautiful red saree—simple, elegant, and classy. She softly caressed its fabric and smiled, thinking,
"He knows my likes and dislikes. Everything he has gifted me so far has been just how I like it."
After that day, whatever it was, it felt like it was all connected to him. The sindoor, mangalsutra, ring, payal, and after our marriage, the bangles and flowers I had worn since childhood, now all represented his name. And now this saree was added to it. But even after wearing everything that symbolises him, I don't even know his name or what he looks like.
"No... no, Meera, you can't get weak. You can't ruin your day by thinking about this. Yes, I have to stay strong for myself. I know one day it will all end on a good note."
Thinking about all this, she placed the saree in her wardrobe alongside his other gifts and took out another dark green saree. She went to the bathroom to get ready for the temple.After taking a bath and wrapping herself in the saree, she stepped out of the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror, drying her wet hair with a towel.
After a while, she combed her hair, clipped some of it back, and left the rest flowing freely down her back. Today, she decided not to hide anything; her mangalsutra was clearly shining around her neck. She took a generous amount of sindoor and applied it to her forehead with her shaky hand.
With golden-colored jhumkas in her ears, kajal on her eyes, flowers in her hair, and red bangles on her wrists, she admired her reflection in the mirror. A small smile crept onto her face because this was the first time she had gotten ready like this after her marriage, and she was stepping out without hiding her true identity or her marital symbols.
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She was nervous, but she wanted to live her life as she truly is, if only for one day—her birthday. She didn't want to hide anything. Although she didn't know much about her husband, she wasn't accepting him as her partner. To her, this relationship felt like a burden, perhaps even a forced arrangement. However, she couldn't ignore the reality that she was married now, and until she found a way out of this marriage, she had to respect the sacred bond and the symbols that came with it. With these thoughts in mind, she went to Mahadev's temple.
