Good morning RagLakians, Tejaswians and others as well. 😜
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"Words in double quotes" - Talking
'Words in single quotes' - Thoughts
(Words in braces) - Telephone conversations
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Mangalsutra - A sacred thread that a woman wears after she is wedded to her husband. But it isn't simply a thread. It is a symbol of the bond that they are binded in. In happiness as well as sorrow, in health as well as in misery, in this life...as well as in the next.
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"It's okay Maa. I...I'm fi-fine."
(I can hear your voice cracking child. Please don't do this to yourself. Come back home.) came Annapurna's voice over the phone.
"I-I need to do this Maa. Today will decide everything. It's Abhimanyu and and Mansi's marriage. But I know it's my Laksh. If Laksh really believes I'm lying and marries her, then I...I'll cut all my ties with him today."
(Bet-)..
"I'll be fine Maa. Besides, Uttara, Sanskar, Maa and Baba are here with me as well. I'll be fine."
(If you say so Ragini. But call me if anything happens, okay?)
"I shall."
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Cutting the call, Ragini tried to control her sobs. She could barely keep herself from crying over the phone.
"You can leave if you want Ragini." came Shramishtha's voice as she came near with Shekhar and Uttara.
"I wish there was a way to recover his memory and make him remember that he is Laksh."
"That Mansi is feeding him lies and turning him against us!" Uttara gritted out. "Ragini, let's try another time to tell him the truth."
"No use Uttara. He's gonna throw us out. He has to remember on his own. If he doesn't...then I guess it's over between us."
"But Ra-"
"Excuse me please." she left their side abruptly.
Soon, the announcement was made that the bride and bridegroom are heading towards the Mandap.
As Ragini watched them come down the stairs and sit in the Mandap, she could feel her heart shatter.
Even tears refused to come out. She had already exhausted them. Her pain was beyond even what tears could express.
She felt as if someone was piercing her heart with a knife and twisting it over and over again. Each breath that she took felt like inhaling something toxic. Each moment, each second that passed broke her more. But she couldn't do anything but watch as her husband was getting remarried to another.
