As told by Ahana, maa had surprised me with the wedding card and few tears had slipped out of my eyes out of frustration, which my parents thought were the tears of happiness.
I had just given them a tight smile, making it as real as possible and locked myself in my room.
Currently I was in my room pacing like a mad women, I had taken off for a week from my work.
My house was over-crowded with almost all my relatives being in my house, chattering, giggling, kids run around having fun, all the uncles busy buying all the items needed for the function tonight like sweet, food, drinks, wines, beers, flowers, lights, decorative stuffs and what not.
To all those who don't know what a sangeet night was, let me help you all.
It was basically a family gathering where all our friends and family of both the groom and the bride had a cool dance night, some fun games, mine personally being cards and tambola.
This was basically started of all the rituals which we had.
I was expected to rest in my room all day, so that at the night I was fully energized and would be able to make the best of it.
But rest had vanished from my dictionary and my brain wasn't able to register it.
I felt like there was going to be a short circuit somewhere in my brain and soon I would pass out due to that.
I was badly tempted by the devil in me to postpone the things and go with the flow.
But the good and sane side of me gave me a flashback of Ahana, my baby girl balling her eyes out yesterday. It crushed my heart to even think about it and to know that I was the only reason of that, made me want to punch myself for letting the situation slip so much out of my hands and reach at this place.
I was brought out of my thoughts with a knock on my door which had completely startled me.
"Come in." I said while trying to calm myself down.
"Shanaya."
My mother walked in and she had this huge smile on her face.
She was grinning from ear to ear and I was scared to accept the fact that reason of her immense happiness was the reason of immense sadness for the love of my life.
I felt like I was torn between the two in this situation.
I could never imagine being the reason of sadness and hurt for my parents.
But then I could not even think of hurting my baby as well.
"Earth to Shanaya. I know you are nervous; it's clearly visible on your face. But trust me that am completely normal. It happens to every girl before marriage. Don't worry darling, everything will be perfect."
And then I zoned out while she was going on and on about the dresses she had brought for me.
Why? Oh, why can't you see straight through my eyes maa? Can't mothers see directly through the soul of her child and know what they are going through? Was this mother-children bond things shown to us in movies and taught us in schools and grandma stories were fake? Were they all just mere fantasies?
While she was so telling me all about all the preparations they had done, I saw a sort of fire in her eyes, like the way her face lit up like the way 5 years old child's would lit up on his/her birthday when he would get loads of chocolates and toys they wanted.
The fire in her eyes indicated the fire every parent on this planet would have when they live the dreams they see for their kids getting fulfilled.
Like any other mother, my mother must have had planned and dreamed about all these things when I was very young, I could just tell it, just by seeing it in her eyes.
I wanted them to be this happy and not bring them back from their dreamland, so as I could see this happy look in these eyes forever, but I wanted to break their bubble as well so that they were able to know the reality, they deserved to know this, they had to know this.
I can't, I just can't keep this in me anymore.
I had to tell them.
I am going to tell them.
A/N:
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I know you all are mad at me, but trust me life here is........how should I describe it......weird, new, not so my comfort zone types.
I have met some new people here, they are good, till now that is, but I don't know.
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