Mrinalini♦

6. Home?

Dear Husband,

You took my hand in yours and guided me home,

your family; I was asked to accept as my own.

I stepped inside your home, walked into a new life,

I got new responsibilities and duties, as your wife.

Love is something you promised to shower,

Care is something you and I must, for one another.

The room that you and I share contains more than the bed,

it contains your tears and mine, it contains our secrets.

There is more that I desire from you than just love,

respect isn't something I demand but deserve.

Some years await you and me,

And I hope we'll make memories that could be cherished.

I promise to be there by your side, 

a promise I hope to uphold till the day I die.

Be there for me, help me fulfill those dreams,

light up my life, please let there be a breeze.

The journey has just begun, the future's obscure,

harvest trust in me, so all challenges we can endure...

-Elegiac_Damsel

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16th August 

Third person's point of view:

"Mrinalini, we are home," Debarghya informed his bride, who had been preoccupied with the raindrops on the window of the car. 

She seemed lost at his words and it took her a while to absorb his words and reply.

"Home?" Mrinalini asked weakly, her hand unknowingly tightening around her gacchkouto

Gachhkouto- a red pot filled with vermilion and a single silver coin. Is carried by a new bride into her in-laws' house as a symbol of Goddess Lakshmi; the Goddess of wealth and prosperity

"Yes, Boudi. Come on out now. Ma has given us clear instructions to get you here before sundown. It is already late. We need to proceed." Anumegha told her sister-in-law urgently

Nodding slightly, Mrinalini stepped out of the car, upraising her sari a bit to avoid wetting it. The ground was wet and muddy from the puddles that had formed due to rain. Lifting her gaze, she stole a quick, curious glance at the building that was to become her new home.