Second Chance

Chapter 02

Supriya POV
Tears flows down from eyes as I recalls yesterday's incident. My son, my own son, can say such things to me. I am never loved in my life, neither before marriage nor after marriage. I know I am not that shiny jewels, imported perfumes and branded clothes type of person. I don't know anything about it, never knew and never learn about it. I am a simple person wishing to leave a simple yet happy life. I never even in my dreams wish to marry a rich man but just because you never think about it doesn't means it won't happen.
*Flashback *
I sighed as all my high spirit from exam hall has ended to down the hell as I reach the house. There is an old man maybe enough to be my father or even older sitting on the single sofa of sofa set. In front of him my grandparents are sitting on the big sofa but in a timid manner. Uncle is frigging and frightened on his place where he is standing. As soon as I enter everyone's attention gets on me.
"There she is the one I am looking for. Come here child, let me take a look at you." the man say to me as he look at me from head to toe. I look towards my grandparents as they relax in their sits after my entry, even uncle look happy for the 1st time seeing me. I go to the man and stand infront of him with my head blow down.
"You are as pretty as your photo. What's your name girl?" he asked me as if introgeting me.
"Supriya, Uncleji. My name is Supriya Kumar." I answered him quietly still keeping my head low.
"Where were you before?" he asked in a serious tone. My breath hich hearing his tone. It's the same tone grandpa will use on me telling me about me being a girl, a mistake.
"Today was my 12th board paper. I was there giving it. Uncleji." I say to him still looking down. I dare to peak on him a little to see he then look towards my grandfather with a glare which scare me.
"What's your age then?" he asked this time his voice was dark and strong.
"I am 17."
"I was told you are 18." he said in the same dark voice.
"I am turning 18 next month on the same date as today 24 Match."
"Do you know how to cook, clean?" this time his voice sounded pleasant.
"Yes Uncleji."
"OK! Then day after tomorrow will be the engagement and the next day of her birthday that is 25 March will be the marriage. Get everything ready." he say and with that he leaves in the big car park in front of house.
"Thank God! This girl come on time, if not what will have happen?" uncle says as he take a sit in the same sofa where the man was sitting before.
"What the hell are you standing there for go do your chores, go get lost?" uncle shout on me. My eyes got fill but I control myself to not to cry as I go towards my room.
"Finally we are getting free from this girl, good riddenc. She will be out of our life forever." I hear grandmother says to grandfather as my legs stop in instant as if it is freeze.
"What?" I ask as I turn to her. "What did you just say grandmother?"
"Didn't you get it. That man was here to see you and marry you to his son. You are getting married and will finally get out of our life." my grandfather say happily. As my heart sink in, hearing him.
"I..... I... can't get marry. I don't want to marry now." as I say I feel a stink pain on my cheek. I look up to grandmother who just slap me and was looking angry at me. I hold my cheek as I step back fearing of her heated glare.
"Listen here you ungrateful girl. You are getting married next month and engage just in two days, no matter what. We would have got you married even earlier if there was no 18 year rule of government." she says as venom fall from her mouth.
"Sudhir take her to her room and make sure she don't do any idioticy until her engagement and marriage." grandfather orders uncle as he take me to my room and lock it from outside. I fall down on my knees crying and asking, requesting them not to get me marry soon. But no one listen.
I got free from the room only on the day of engagement. My aunty give me a sari to wear and get ready before guest arrives. But when I didn't do it she call uncle who beat me until I said yes to do whatever they say and got ready.
Soon my engagement was done. I didn't even got to see his, the groom face as the entire time I was just looking downward to the floor. The month went by as me being locked in the room only allow out for wedding shopping. I was beaten to death once in this one month as I tried to run away but my cousin brother Ketan caught me.
Time fly soon as today is my marriage day. No matter what I am going to get married today with or without my acceptance. I got ready in the red lehenga-choli with studded and worked duppata and heavy gold jewellery. I wanted to cry but I can't as my uncle threatened me to burn me alive if I did so. I was told to look happy as if it's happening with my acceptance. Grandmother come inside the room with a medium size T.V. box in her hand. She forward the box giving it to me.
"Take it. It's your mother's. It contains all the jewelleries you mother brought with her when she married Sanjay your father." as soon as she says that I quickly take it from her and hold it to my chest as I try to control myself from crying.
*Flashback over*
I got out from my thoughtful world as I remember my mother's jewellery box which was given to me by grandmother on my marriage day. I quickly get up and goes to the walkin wardrobe as I search for it. It was in the last drawer of my cupboard with a box which contains my wedding jewelry. I keeps my box aside as I take my mother's Samita Kumar box out. The box and everything inside it belong to my mother. It's the only reminder of my parents that I have.
I was not this broken and shattered person in my past. Everything changed on the day father-in-law came to me see me 16 years back. Even with such grandparents and uncle-aunty I was happy. Love was never a part of life nor from grandparents or any relatives. But I had my dreams, my ambitions and my hope for life. Love is still not a part of my life but I list my other things, my dreams, hope, ambitions. Everything! I lost everything.
I feel tears flowing down on my cheeks as I think about myself. I wipe my face as I take a decision, which I should have taken way back. I call my husband as ask for a thing I should have asked way bacy.
"Aryanji... I want to. I.. I.... " I take a deep breath before saying. "Let's get divorce."