An AKSHAN Story- His revenge, Her love

Chapter 1

A dead body of a married woman which was adored in a beautiful bridal dress and jewellery was cremated by her husband after performing the last rituals. Everyone present in the crematorium were mourning over the loss of her. The people who couldn't even see her in pain because of a small cut were now seeing her being burnt into ashes infront of their own eyes.

Lady: Beta, iski aakhri ichha ka kya? Bhale hi galti se lekin tune apne khoon se uski maang bhari hai. Is baat ko na hi ham andekha kar sakte hai aur na hi bhagwaan karenge. Faisla tujhe hi karna hai lekin sahi waqt par use anjaam dena hoga.

Listening his mother's words, anger raised in him. He went towards the girl who was standing like a lifeless body. The only proof of her being alive was her breathes and the tears which were flowing continuously through her eyes. The girl which was beautiful in her own simplicity was looking pale with no energy left in her body. Her eyes which used to attract everyone with it's spark were red and swollen due to the unending tears. Her nose which was quick in turning red due to her anger was now in the deepest shade of red due to continuously crying. Her cheeks which were as soft as rose petals were now wet with her tears and stained with tear marks. Her pink lips which never left the beautiful smile has turned white as if the entire blood from her body has been sucked out. Her straight and silky hair which everyone felt to touch and relish the smoothness of it were messed up.

He held her hand and made her stand infront of the burning body. She looked at it and then lowered her gaze. He held her hand in a tight grip and took rounds around the fire.

Lady: Kya kar rahe ho? Band karo ye sab!
Man: Stop it! You can't do this. Galat kar rahe ho tum.

Everyone present there tried to stop him from getting into a beautiful relationship in an inauspicious way.

"Mai vachan leta hun ki tumhare har khushi ka dhyaan rakhunga ki wo tumhe kabhi na mile."
He took the first vow after the first round around the fire.

"Mai vachan leta hun ki iske har kadam par iska saath dunga taaki use har kadam par gira sakun."
He took the second vow.

"Mai vachan leta hun ki iske alaawa kisi aur aurat ki taraf nazar utha kar bhi nahi dekhunga kyunki ab mera poora dhyaan iski zindagi barbaad karne me hoga."
He took the third vow.

"Mai vachan leta hun ki ise kabhi apni patni ka darjah nahi dunga aur na hi kabhi iski izzat karunga."
He took the fourth vow.

"Mai vachan leta hun ki iske har sukh dukh me iska saath doonga taaki iske har sukh ko dukh me badal sakun aur har dukh me ise aur takleef de sakun."
He took the fifth vow after completing the fifth round.

"Mai vachan leta hun ki har pal isse nafrat karunga."
He took the sixth vow.

"Mai vachan leta hun ki apne har vachan ko poori shiddat se nibhaunga. Kisi bhi vachan ko poora karne me koi kami nahi chhodunga."
He took the last vow after the last round around the fire.

Then he cut his thumb finger and filled her hairline with his blood where already his dried blood was present. He took out a mangalsutra from his pocket which belonged to his first wife and tied around her neck.

"Ho gaya Maa, aap aur wo jo chahti thi kar diya maine. Ab to aap ko sukoon mil gaya hoga aur ab uski aatma ko bhi shaanti mil jaayegi. To ab mujhe shaanti se rehne dijiye."
Saying this he left the ground leaving his newly wedded wife alone.

"Ab ghar chalo, aur kuchh bach gaya hai dekhne ko." His father spoke.

"Chaliye, aur bahu ko saath le chaliye." His mother said to her husband and they drove to their home.

No girl would have dreamt of being wedded while mourning for someone and going to her in laws house without her own husband. And no man would have dreamt of marrying the girl who has killed his wife.