safarnamawrites
A Marriage of Inconvenience
Just Until We Divorce
She had come to a distant village to do her job.
He had come there to do his.
Neither expected their paths to cross.
And they certainly didn't expect one misunderstanding, one dangerous lie, and a village determined to protect its honour to end with them standing before sacred fire as husband and wife.
It wasn't romantic.
It wasn't planned.
And according to both of them, it wasn't permanent.
Back in Mumbai, they make a perfectly sensible arrangement.
No one needs to know about the marriage.
She needs a new place to live.
He happens to need a tenant.
They will share a roof, continue their separate lives, and quietly end the marriage six months later.
Simple.
Except somewhere between morning tea, late-night conversations, family dinners, arguments over absolutely nothing, and a house that slowly begins to feel different, their inconvenient arrangement starts becoming dangerously comfortable.
Six months isn't very long.
Unless it is long enough to build something neither of them knew they were missing.
They had already decided how their marriage would end.
The only problem?
By the time the date arrives...
neither of them may want the divorce anymore.