The Wedding Night

Sara once again looking at her "mangalsutra", now for the thirtieth time, twirling it in between her trembling fingers.

She didn't expect this as an outcome of her achieving the first division in the University. Tears refused to transpire out of her swollen eyes tired of crying. Now she knows that her life will be no different from those women whose whole world resides inside their household.

This night is supposed to be a special one for her, every moment consisting of the union of two souls. Sara had already dreamt of her "wedding night" with her Mr. Perfect.

Without any doubt the decorations and arrangements sufficed the environment of the wedding night she dreamt of but certainly not Aditya who couldn't resemble her Mr. Perfect both physically and internally.. oh wait! How can she know the later part of Aditya as she hasn't met him until this day, on her marriage with him.

Lost between various thoughts Sara was unaware of Aditya's recent presence inside the room, who didn't of course think that knocking was necessary. The fervor and thirst which Sara could identify in Aditya's eyes were threatening. The advancements portrayed by Aditya were to heavy for Sara to accept, she was getting buried under the weight of Aditya's lust.

Sara couldn't fight the craving desire of Aditya. She shivered and trembled just like an injured bird unable to fly away.

With blood spread genitals and bruises some of which were. caused by her own jewellery. Sara entered the bathroom to encounter a woman with remarkable resembelence with her but still differentiated.

A woman with no passion, no enthusiasm, no hopes and most importantly no identity. The mirror in front of Sara was fogged with melancholy and vulnerability. Sara tried to obliterate those marks and bruises caused by her "husband" but they seemed as dominant as their creator.

A devastated Sara could now understand how those women whose world was their household including her mother create a smile on their face to mask their desolation.

                                    ******

Thank you.

Srijata Gupta