"Stop there"
I startled at the sudden loud voice. I turned my head towards it's direction. There I saw him standing near our bedroom door. Or should I say his bedroom? He kept on staring at me angrily while my fingers are trembling. I gulped loudly...
That perfectly defines my current situation. Somewhere deep down my heart, I have a feeling that something wrong is going to happen. And I just can't point out what's wrong at this moment. The confusion and fear are taking over me and here I am struggling to hold back myself from bursting out into tears.
Currently, I am in the store room to pack some of my parents memorable belongings in a luggage. A sole tear escaped and dropped on the photo frame of my parents which I am clutching tightly in my hands. I held it close to my heart as the fear inside me got worsened.
Rudhya side hugged me and told, "Hey Mrs.Samthaan, I will be missing you badly.", and wiped the tears which are rolling down from her eyes.
"No matter whatever happens, we will be always on your side, you know it right? We are just a phone call away and we are always there for you and we have your back okay? And always remember that we love you so much Kavi.", Fariha told with her glassy eyes fixated on me, which showed the genuineness in her every words.
"I know", I mumbled and put the photo frame along with my things inside the luggage and we left the store room.
'Mrs.Kavya Samthaan. The name felt new to my tongue. However I have to get used to it now.'
The thought of leaving everyone behind is threatening me to the core. Though it is a traditional act in our culture to leave the parental house to begin a new married life, the feeling of moving away from everything is very painful.
Today's morning, our wedding took place in a temple according to all the rituals of our culture and tradition. I wore a Kanchipuram silk saree which was red in colour while he wore a set of white shirt and dhoti. The whole time, we just had a little moment to just smile at each other as we were repeatedly told to do many rituals.
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The moment he tied the Mangalsutra around my neck, I closed my eyes as the new feeling of being someone else's was overwhelming and my heart had skipped a beat if it was possible.
Now it's already 2PM and we have to reach Madurai in 2 hours to catch the flight to Mumbai. Once we entered the house, we were welcomed by the strong aroma of home-made sweets. Everyone in my house are waiting for me in the living room to bid me farewell. I tried my best to look stronger to not cry like a baby. Though I am not treated well by my caretakers in this house, this same house contains the best ever memories of my childhood too. It kills me from inside to leave this house just like that. I am gonna miss my aunty's endless scoldings, my uncle's grumpy looks, Rudhya's lame jokes and Fariha's supportive words. I am gonna miss all of them from now. I miss my mom too. I wish she could have been with me now. To tell the truth, she is the one I need the most right now. It felt like someone has grabbed my heart in a tight hold, squeezing it slowly time by time. The memories of getting scolded by my mom when I stole the chocolates from jars, when I cried that I didn't want any baby sister or brother, when I played hide and seek with my dad in this same living room came back in my mind.
