Suddenly, out of nowhere, car screeches stop in front of me and a figure steps out and I squint to the see the figure.
"Sumo..."
Breathe in. Breathe out.
"Pushy." I see him step under the light coming from the lamp post and a chuckle escapes my lips. Soon those chuckles turn into a full blown out laugh that as much as I try I can't control and I let it out. I laugh and laugh and laugh until it becomes a cry of relief.
Sniffling and running the back of my hand across my face, I wipe away my tears and ask "What are you doing here?"
And now a surprised laugh escapes him, "What am I doing here? Well, let's see... My best friend just ran out in the middle of her own wedding, full Bollywood style that too, and I had to come and check on her."
"Vaise Sumo."
"Hmm."
"Bahut time baad tune Sumo vala kaam kiya hai." He says with a smile that lights up a room and once again I laugh.
"Pushy..."
"You haven't called me that in a while," he interrupts with a soft smile.
"Pushy?"
"Sumo?"
"Accha lag raha hai." I tell him.
"Aur?"
"I feel like I can breathe for the first time in a very long time. That... that heaviness in my chest is not there and..." I take a deep breath through my nose and exhale "it feels nice." I finish.
"Ab?"
"Ab kya?"
"Ab kya karegi? Mummyji toh bahut gussa thi par Dadu ne do second mein unki bolti band kardi"
"Oh! Ab?" I ask him.
"Tu bata. Jo bolegi vohi hoga."
"Khana"
"Khana?"
"Bahut bhook lagi hai, Pushy! Chuhe tandav kar rahe hai," I whine.
"Sumo!!" Pushkar laughs and groans at the same time, stretching the 'O', "Tera kuch nahi ho sakta. Chal!"
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I'm sitting on a park bench with Pushkar, both of us devouring the burger, coke, and fries that we could find at this time.
"Slow down woman! You'll choke!"
"Mmmm," I moan. "This is so good. This running and all those emotions took a toll on me."
He laughs again. He seems to be doing that a lot and I ask him the same. "I saw you battling with yourself every day. You were not happy and if one looked hard enough they would have seen it too."
I put the burger down on my lap and stare ahead, finally giving him the answer to the question he asked me all those months ago, "I love him. I love Shravan, Pushy. I know I have hurt him so much over the last few weeks but this wedding was something I could not go through with... Even though he is never going to know about the love I've had for him for the last ten years I could not betray him or my love for him this way. I owe him that much. I owe myself that much."
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The Wedding | Completed
FanfictionDread. Panic. Pain. Crippling pain. I am getting married to a man I don't love and now it's too late to do anything... Or is it? What happens when Suman, sitting at the altar with Aditya following all the marriage customs, do when she finally breaks...