MASQUERADE

'I took you for dignified person, and you went onto throw yourself at my friend. '
'Don't act like there's something when we both know, what we have is nothing but a farce. '

Shree played these sentences over and over in her head as the door slammed shut in front of her. And they said marriage is a bond of a lifetime, infact it transcends lifetimes. They said your significant other is your better half, they complete you, make up for your missing parts, pull you up when you are down, hold your hand when you are alone, but there was Vahin, her supposed better half, accusing her of things she would never imagine doing, spewing the most venomous words she had heard. Every word he uttered was laced with so much hatred that she felt small and insignificant, that she was a pest, an inconvenience, a bothersome stain on his perfect and pristine reputation.

Shree had not expected him to accept her as 'the one' when they had gotten married, it was visible on his face that he had a facade on. He was putting up a show for his family, he was doing what he was to keep his family content, a part of it being accepting her. He was cold and distant all this time but never insulting, he never had made her feel this small. There was an understandable silence between them, but this barrier shattered into a million pieces as he threw his sharp edged insults at her. The least she had expected from him was respect and some form of understanding. 'If not a lover, then a friend. ', she would console herself with these words but after what he had said they would be of no use. They would be of no use to her in finding her solace in this marriage.

Shree was a lot of things but never a quitter. All she ever wanted was to live a life with her head held high and her morals uncompromised. She had chosen this life for herself and she could no longer let a man pull her down, let alone a man that stood sophisticated in front of the world and went unrestrained on her, breaking her trust.