Iniquity: a tale of guilt and love || Completed

27. The canvas of togetherness!

~Together, is a beautiful place to be~

It was a beautiful Friday morning when Suman was happily dusting her room, singing her favourite song alongside.

"Hoton pe tere, shikwo ka shor hai"

Turning to her side, she was about to move when her eyes fell on the calender.

27th June- the date mocked her.

One year ago, it was the same day when their marriage had been proposed. The beginning of the week that followed his hate confession for her, their tricked and rushed court marriage, the grand welcome into this house, and then that wretched photoshoot with him, and also how it ended with him throwing her out. She winced audibly as if the memory hurt her. A sigh escaped her lips, as she sat down on the bed. No matter what she said, and how much she preached about moving on, it was honest truth that it did hurt her, till date, to take a walk down their memory lane.

The past ten months had been a sheer source of bewilderment to her through, but then, she was ready to bear anything and everything to be by his side. It had not been easy, but it was all worth it. It had taken her sometime to realize how deep seated his insecurities were, or how lonely his heart had been all this while, or how scared things have left him from insides. He was constantly scared that his parents might fight again, or that he would do something to piss her off, or at times of his own bitter self. Suman had to fight his battles with him, for him, and she did, until he finally fought back too, and conquered them.

Sound of rain clattering on the glass window startled her. Her eyes smiled at the sight, it was raining outside. Suman stood up to walk over to the window and placed her palm over the glass. Rains, always fascinated her. Not because she loved the smell of the wet earth, and neither she loved dancing in the rain. She loved the rain because for her, rain was always meant hope, and courage, to fight. Whenever she saw the raindrops falling on the ground, splashing and meeting it's fate, and yet another drop following suit, somehow it gave her the will to fight, always.

She didn't realize the grim expression her face had contoured, until a pair of arms sneaked around her waist, resting his stuble clad chin in the crook of her neck.

" Chehre pe thodi smile rakha karo, thodi kam buri lagti ho. Aisi sadi hui shakal rakhogi na, koi ladka like nhi karne wala tumhe. Koi ladka like nhi karega toh tumari shadi kaise hogi? Hain?", Shravan spoke cheekily, a fond memory of the conversation seeping warmth in them. Suman instantly smiled, and then elbowed him, making a grumpy face.
(Keep a little smile on your face, it makes you look a little less evil. For no boy is going to like you for this puckered face, and if none likes you, how will you get married?)

" Apni chinta kar lo, qutub minar k cousin lagte ho. Pata nhi intni lambi ladki kahan se laoge?", She mimicked her own earlier self too, on point, before they shared an eye lock and bursted into laughter.
(Worry for yourself, who looks like a cousin of the qutub minar. Who knows where will you find such a tall girl?)