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WHEN MR.RUDE MEETS MS.LOVE
He doesn't believe in Love and Marriage. He has strong reasons for it. He hates relationship bounded by two strangers in the name of marriage. I...
Today is my marriage. God, I never meant for it to happen and that too with that Idiot. The girl who has a PhD in making me angry is going to be my wife. Why would she marry me? Why would she want to sacrifice the happy life she could have with someone else? To be with my family?
It has been a while that I have been waiting in the porch(mandap) and the priest has been going on shouting continuously. I hate all these rituals and had suggested a register marriage. Isha had agreed to it too but dad would have none of it and so here we are.
I look up and see Isha coming towards the stage. I couldn't move my eyes away for a second. She's so beautiful. She is decked in a golden saree and ornaments and she is shining like a star.
God what am I doing? I am praising my enemy but yes if she can marry me for my family then I can at least appreciate her and she really does look great.
She enters the stage holding the coconut in her hands and Veena and Varna are helping her. She sits down with it still in her hands and only then does she put the coconut in the plate in front of her. We both are sitting close enough for our knees to be touching each other.
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"Can you please ask this pandit to stop this chanting? My head is going to blast soon" I whisper in her ear.
"Okay and after that shall I ask him to play some film songs? Is that okay for you?" Why does she have to argue with me on everything. I want to retort but then realize where we are and maintain my silence. This isn't the right time or the right place for us to argue.
Dad hands me a chain which I am supposed to tie around her neck. I look at my dad and my sisters, they are so happy, I've almost never seen them so happy. This is it then, I slowly exhale and tie the chain around her neck looking into her eyes. I could see a drop of tear in the corner of her eyes. I am asked to fill her forehead with vermillion and then we exchanged garlands.
Fifteen minutes later all the rituals are complete and we are officially man and wife. SHe is Mrs. Ishana Sharan Sharma. I know that one day this title will become a burden for her and I hope that day she will leave me. I shall never stop her then. She deserves a better life, not a compromise.
We take blessings from few of the elders here and after that is the long, extremely long photo-session.With that the day finally comes to an end.
