Bahu Manorath
- OKUNANLAR 90
- Oylar 7
- Bölümler 3
2st book in the series "Ray Barir Bouma"
"What ? what is happening?" I screech in pain.
Everything's a blurr. No everything has become a blurr duebto the fire. The fire that is engulfing me and...and my l-late husband.
"Wait-why am I sitting on the pyre where my husband is being cremated." I thought to myself as the pain of my sking burning finally was registering in my brain and that's when I realised, I am a Sati.
I look around to see my son standing beside his uncle's , my husband's siblings, and crying profusely as they are trying to take the burning mashal from his hands. From the same hands which he used to cremate his parents. my brows furrow with panic as I look down at myself.
"what is happening? Save me! Thakurpo! Baba Moshai! Save me!!!"
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After the sudden death of her husband, Mollika Mohan Ray, the elder Daughter in law of the Murshidabad Zamindari in the early 18th century, was forced to perform Sati!
On the pyre, as she was being cremated with her late husband she got her consciousness back and realised she wanted to live. Atleast for her kid and thus decided to jump of the pyre and run towards freedom.
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"Ouchh," I cried trying to balance. I looked up at him with soft eyes, flushed cheeks. He looked into my eyes with his knitted ones. His hair lying over his sweaty forehead. I never presumed to glimpse him this close. His photographs conveyed his good looks but his dominating aura was hard to handle. I was feeling scared to even breathe in his arms. Bringing his fingers to my face he gently pushed hair strands behind my ear. I lowered my eyes feeling extremely shy. "Sambhal kar chaliye zara, har waqt bahein nahi hongi hamari sambhalne ko," he said in a scratchy tone. There was a hint of taunt present. I knitted my brows to his words and quickly matched his aura. "Hume chahiye bhi nahi," I said glaring at him. He shot his eyebrows a little and I pushed him to leave angrily. Turning around I stepped up on another dumbbell and slipped over it again. I threw my hands in the air for support and once again found him snaking my waist and pulling my back closer to his chest. "Are you sure," he asked over my ears. I angrily looked back at him, found him smirking. "Baahon mein girte girte, mohabbat me mat giriyega hamare," he whispered looking into my eyes. "Kabhi nahi," I replied and left. I royally ignored his taunt only to end up marrying him. Day by day my feelings for him grew stronger though finding happiness was becoming a risky game. But I was heartbroken upon discovering that he only married me out of pity and loved someone else who he was to marry. Not having parents from young age now made me helpless. It felt good to leave home where my family cared for me all these years, after my parents. I did not want to go back and be a burden again. But living this life with him didn't seem fruitful either. This is love story of Tejas Pratap Rathore and Sunaina Maan Singh. Storyline takes place in the early years of 21st century (2001). A beloved saga tying them together in love and commitment whilst they dwell over misunderstandings and growing feelings.
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